Every day in the school, there is the sound of students laughing and making noise, which seems to be noisy but quiet.

Yan Zhuo put down a bunch of flowers in front of the tomb, then smiled at his dad, turned his head towards Song Yan and said, "Dad, this is my boyfriend."

Song Yan took his hand and said to the man on the tombstone, "Hello, uncle, my name is Song Yan."

Yan Zhuo smiled when he saw his serious and well-behaved greeting.

The wind on the top of the mountain is strong, but fortunately there are weeds next to the tomb bag, so that the dust will not fly everywhere.

Yan Zhuo straightened his hair and continued: "Dad, look at my boyfriend, whether he is handsome or not, and does he look like you when he was young? Don't you always say that you are the most beautiful man in the world, he is not worse than you, of course, if he If you can't compare to you, then you can't blame him, it's all his parents."

"..." Song Yan was about to die of laughter at his childish logic.

"But even though I haven't met his parents, I can imagine that his parents' eyes must not be good." After saying that, Yan Zhuo glanced at Song Yan.

That look... how can describe it, Song Yan still remembers it many years later.

Yan Zhuo's eyes were full of pity and love for him, and when he bent his eyes a little, the love overflowed.

Yan Zhuo said: "Otherwise, how could they throw away such a cute and excellent child."

He was holding Song Yan like he was holding his whole world.

"So Dad, I'm here this time to tell you... I might be going to live in another city."

Song Yan was still immersed in his words "cute", but when she heard this, she turned her head to look at him suddenly.

As if Yan Zhuo had never heard of it, he continued to talk to his father: "But don't worry, I will come back twice a year to chat with you, so that you can see your son every year..." He paused, " But the grandson doesn't matter."

Song Yan smirked.

"Don't laugh," Yan Zhuo gave him a punch, "you will be the same in this life."

"I know," Song Yan held his restless hand, "I am enough to have you."

Yan Zhuo snorted: "It's not too bad."

...

After chatting with his father for a while, Yan Zhuo was about to leave. Before he left, he touched his father's tombstone, especially reluctant.

Yan Zhuo sighed with emotion: "Actually, it's always like this. I don't want to leave every time I come, but I don't want to come again when I leave."

Song Yan asked in surprise, "Why?"

He can understand if he doesn't want to go, but why he doesn't want to come.

Yan Zhuo said: "Because I will forget, sometimes I will forget that he has left, I will forget things related to him, and I will forget a lot about him because of the passage of time, but as soon as I come and face him, I will forget about him. I remembered it again."

Those memories are very beautiful. They carry the relationship between father and son for nearly 20 years, but it is also painful because the person is no longer there.

So it will be sad and sad.

At the age when Yan Zhuo was the most powerless, he lost the person he could rely on most.

And the person he could rely on left before he even had time to say goodbye.

So he was afraid.

He is afraid of forgetting, and he is afraid of remembering.

When he thought of his father who left without saying goodbye, the regret was so deep that he could not let it go when he brought it to the grave.

The way down the mountain was easier to walk, Yan Zhuo walked fast in front, and Song Yan followed him.

"Yan Zhuo..." Song Yan suddenly stopped him and asked hesitantly, "Have you really made up your mind?"

He didn't say what to decide, but Yan Zhuo understood.

Yan Zhuo let out a "hmm".

Song Yan said, "But this is where you were born and raised."

"Ok."

"There are your family and friends here."

"Ok."

"You—" Song Yan wanted to say something else.

Yan Zhuo thought he was annoyed: "You, you, what are you, why are you so long-winded!"

Song Yan curled his lips into a smile. He was very happy. He never thought that Yan Zhuo would be willing to give up so much to return to City H for him.

"Yan Zhuo." Song Yan called his name gently, "I want to kiss you."

"Now, right now, the immediate kind."

...

Yan Zhuo "嘁" him: "How do you think that it is one out?"

"No," Song Yan innocently, "I just miss you."

"..."

"Song Yan." Yan Zhuo suddenly became serious.

"Ok……?"

Yan Zhuo said seriously: "I really never thought you would become like this."

Song Yan frowned.

"how?"

"that's all."

so? What is this like? Song Yan suddenly panicked.

"You are so stupid." Yan Zhuo said, "You are no longer as smart as you used to be."

"..."

"I still remember the first time I saw you, just a back, fascinated me."

"So...?" Is he stupid now? Then Yan Zhuo despised him?

"So..." Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, he squeezed Song Yan's face and said, "I really like you so much."

Since Yan Zhuo decided to accompany Song Yan back to H City, Zhou Yang has become sullen and angry.

"Putting sex over friends, it really matters sex over friends." He angrily scolded Yan Zhuo, "Can't we keep you after years of friendship?"

Yan Zhuo smiled: "I can't."

"..."

Zhou Yang puffed out his mouth angrily.

"Okay," Yan Zhuo said, "if you have time, you can go to H City to play, and you can eat and live."

Zhou Yang sneered, is he the kind of person who can be bought at will?

"So," Zhou Yang said, "do you cover the toll?"

"..." Yan Zhuo was speechless, "You don't have a penny in your pocket, right?"

Zhou Yang sighed, stopped joking with him, and said seriously, "You know, as soon as you leave, I will lose my right arm."

"There are two right and left arms."